14 The Girl Under The Bed

A loud screech tore me from my sleep.

A thud sounded beside me, and Ariah cursed. “Oh crap,” she bit out. “Hailey, you awake?”

I sat up, blinking at her inky shape in the dark bedroom. “Who can sleep through this noise? What’s going on?”

“I have no idea,” she answered, her shape moving toward the wall, and she flicked on the light. I cringed, taking a moment to adjust my eyes to the light.

“Sound like some kind of alarm.” Ariah unlocked our bedroom door and poked her head out. “What’s going on?” she asked someone outside.

I kicked the covers off from me and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I got up and headed for our shared closet, pulling out a hoodie and pulling it over my head.

When I turned, Ariah was grabbing her slippers. “Everyone needs to go to the dining hall, right now.”

I blinked. “Why? Did they say what’s up?”